I shared my actual sexual experiences with a fantasizing online friend about my slutty wife.

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Author's Note: My wife and I were college classmates and have been together for over ten years, but we've lived apart since we started working.
After years of trying and reconnecting, our sex life has become increasingly harmonious. I'm grateful to my wife
for her willingness to cooperate with me in various attempts, and I've also discovered that she has a slight masochistic tendency. Sometimes we
engage in simple bondage activities to add spice. This article is an excerpt from one of our online sex sessions,
a shared sexual fantasy. I hesitated for a long time before deciding to share it with everyone. If anyone is interested, I'll try to share some chat logs
later , and I might also consider sharing some pictures and videos. Thank you everyone, this is my first post,
please be lenient, moderator.
A Sexual Fantasy with My Wife
One day, I picked you up from work. I rolled down the car window and watched you emerge from the building wearing a trench coat,
a shirt, stockings, and high heels. You chuckled, walked to the car, leaned down, and whispered in my ear, opening your mouth:
Then you put something in my mouth and made a shushing gesture. Then you opened the car door and sat in the
back seat.
Yes, those were your soaking wet lace panties. They were just the right size to keep me from speaking, but
not too full. That slightly pungent smell instantly made my penis hard. I started the car and drove back,
glancing at you in the rearview mirror every now and then.
You leaned lazily against the back seat, your hands covering your genitals, but your thick pubic hair was still
faintly visible without the protection of your panties. Hmm, and there was a vibrator, the indicator light flashing. You were still smiling, but your expression was twitching
slightly . I knew you were close to your next orgasm. Just as you crossed your legs, in that
instant, oh my god, I even saw the two red ropes in your groin.
Yes, red ropes. Under my guidance, you've become quite adept at doing turtle shell bondage on your own. In
the half hour before you left work, you hid in the bathroom, stripped naked, took out rope from your handbag, made
yourself a beautiful turtle shell bondage, and then neatly put your stockings, shirt, and jacket back on. Looking at yourself in the mirror
, you were no different from before, except for a hint of wantonness in your eyes. At the last moment, you hesitated slightly, then pulled off your
lace panties again. They were soaking wet from the vibrator's attack. You brought them
to your nose to smell them, even licking them to detect your own sweat, fragrance, and, more than anything, the lewd scent.
You didn't even put them back in your bag, holding them arrogantly in your hand, and with a victorious smile, you strode away, heading downstairs to where
I was waiting.
You crossed your legs more and more frequently, your body tense, your hands pressing desperately
against groin and clitoris. The feeling of orgasm was building little by little, but you still tried to hold back from making a sound.
It was so hard to hold back; you could no longer maintain your smile, your face contorted with embarrassment.
With my mouth stuffed with panties, I couldn't speak, so I quickly typed a few words on my phone and handed them to you:
"Take your hands off, spread your legs, unbutton your clothes, and scream." Seeing my command, you hesitated for a moment, then felt
a pang of shame, but you could only obey. You spread your legs, your previously barely visible genitals now fully exposed before me:
the vibrator was working at maximum frequency, your juices were already flowing, soaking the seat. Your
desire had reached its peak; your clitoris was engorged, bursting forth, its tip tinged with blood.
You unbuttoned your shirt as instructed, one, two, three buttons. By the fifth button, your nipples were
prominent Yes, nipples. You'd even taken off your bra—or were you completely naked? You really were a slut,
knowing this would give me greater pleasure. Your nipples, engorged and as large as bayberries, stood proudly erect on
your chest . Yes, proudly erect. Such a scene was rare. Usually, they drooped naturally due to their size, but today, a perfect
turtle-shell bondage had lifted them all, making them so proud.
I have to admire your skill; your self-bondage
looks perfect. Usually, when I do it, I'm either too loose or too tight, and I can't fully control the pressure. But you
've got it all figured out because you're on your own body; you can completely follow your own feelings. It's like masturbation;
women are more likely to orgasm through masturbation because they know their erogenous zones and their needs.
I was already very sensitive, and these few strokes almost made me ejaculate. I quickly stopped and tried to calm myself down. "
You slut , you dare seduce me? See how I play with you. I don't want you to orgasm so early," I
thought viciously.
I parked the car on the side of the road. Since it was past rush hour, there weren't many cars on the road; only one
or two occasionally whizzed past behind me and sped away into the distance. I pulled the panties out of my mouth and threw them aside.
You started this game, but the initiative should be mine. Only I can decide how the game should be played.
"Take off your clothes, kneel down, you bitch," I commanded you. You exuded intense joy mixed with a hint of
trepidation. Joy at actively participating in the game you created, receiving commands, and trepidation at not knowing what would happen
next . Without hesitation, you obeyed my orders, removing your trench coat and shirt, and kneeling respectfully in
the center of the back seat, leaving only your stockings and 12cm high heels.
"Yes, yes, I was right. Your skills are getting more and more exquisite, far surpassing what I've seen before.
Today 's turtle shell binding had a few more knots in the middle, and you used three strands of rope under your breasts to
perfectly showcase them. If you tied another knot at the clitoris, it would be even more comfortable to rub against it while walking.
Perhaps you didn't think of that since you have a vibrator," I silently commented in my mind. My gaze remained fixed on you without
a word. Your intense joy slowly faded under my scrutiny, gradually turning into a trace of fear.
But you weren't scared. You remained kneeling upright in the middle of the seat, the vibrating egg in your pussy still working hard,
your breasts proudly erect. I knew you wanted me to come over and suckle your large, blood-filled
nipples, like bayberries. They were itchy, and you were impatient. But I couldn't let you have your way so easily. "Slap!"
I slapped your left breast, leaving a faint five-finger mark. "Was it good, you bitch?" "Yes,"
you gasped in pain, but still answered without hesitation.
"Where is it good?" I slapped you again.
"Little hole." "
There."
"My cunt."
"Then scream."
"Ah..." You let out a long scream, releasing all the desire you'd been holding back all day. You
'd thought about this all day, and you'd held back all day, not uttering a sound since getting on the bus, just to seduce me for this moment.
"I want," you blurted out.
"Want what?
" "I want your cock."
"What?"
"Fuck me. " "
What?
" "Fuck me.
" "Can't hear
me." "I want you to fuck me.
"
"Louder." "I want your big cock to fuck me." "Louder.
" "I want your big cock to fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck me to death, master." "Ah, please, I
can't take it anymore." With each question, I slapped you, one on each of your breasts,
leaving . Finally, you cried out in pain, almost sobbing.
What you couldn't bear wasn't my slaps, but the pleasure. I touched your crotch; it was wet,
my entire palm dripping with fluid. Your sobs revealed a painful yet pleasurable sensation, so
you orgasmed.
"You orgasmed so quickly? That's not what I wanted." I held my wet hand up to your
face . You looked at your own wetness, a hint of shyness on your face. "Lick it clean," I commanded.
Without used your tongue to lick every drop of my semen from my palm to every finger
, just like a real bitch, just as meticulously as you lick my penis during oral sex. Oh, yes, my penis,
hard as iron, is ready for you, you slut, to serve it. I changed positions,
placing my feet on the driver and passenger seats respectively, and brought my penis to your mouth: "Lick, bitch." You looked at
my erect, veiny penis, your eyes shining again, not at all like a woman who had just orgasmed.
Despite your excitement, you weren't in a hurry, staring intently at me, sticking out your tongue, licking the glans
, slowly opening your lips to envelop my penis, all the way to the base, but still not satisfied, you used your hands to protect
my buttocks, pulling me towards your body with all your might, and forcefully pressing your tongue against my penis. I could
feel my glans already touching your throat, mmm, perfect deep throat. What's remarkable is that you can still keep your head up and look at me in this position . You're at your most lewd
and attractive at this moment. You try your best to maintain this position because you know I feel very comfortable in this state. Yes, I feel very comfortable. Is there anything more comfortable than the moment of ejaculation? No. I almost ejaculated in your mouth, which might also be your thought. You want it so much, you want my semen to come out so you can swallow it completely. Yes, swallow it. You're no longer the person who didn't like the taste of semen at the beginning . Now you like this taste, you want to eat it, and then wag your tail in front of me for my reward. Will I let you have your way? No. I look at you, seeing who gives in first. I know this position isn't ; you can't hold it for long. You were really putting in a lot of effort, holding on for several minutes without showing any signs of letting go. Since you're so lewd, let me give you one more push. I held your head tightly and pressed it against my penis with all my might. You were at your limit; you could no longer stare at me with your eyes, but I didn't care anymore. Let's see who can hold out the longest. You gradually loosened your grip; you were about to give up, but I still wouldn't let go. After all, you love sucking my penis, so if you're going to suck, you should suck to your heart's content, haha. Finally, you couldn't hold on any longer, so I let go. You immediately spat my penis out of your mouth, causing you to cough violently. The saliva and some semen remaining at the corners of your mouth were bubbling and connected to my glans. You should know, this is another time when you most reveal your lewdness, which I enjoy. You couldn't care less anymore; the violent coughing seemed to have exhausted your strength, or perhaps it's just your nature. Finally, you stopped coughing, looking at me with a hint of resentment. Was I too rough? Isn't this exactly what you wanted? Gentleness wouldn't work I know you too well; I can tell everything from your body. "Want more?" I asked with a smile. You shook your head, but the resentment was gone, replaced by a sense of satisfaction. You stuck out your tongue and ate the remaining liquid at the corner of your mouth, then gently took my penis into your mouth, savoring its taste and its firmness. Your licking was very gentle, the pressure just right for me. Although it hadn't lasted long, I was already on the verge of ejaculation. Enjoying this tranquility, the impulse slowly subsided. Yes, I didn't want this game to end so quickly. My slut, my bitch, had already had one orgasm, but one wasn't enough. You wanted two, three, four, or even more. I know you're never satisfied, until I drained your last bit of strength . I leaned down and gazed intently at the woman beneath me, a surge of tenderness welling up within me. This woman, my wife, was a devoted wife and mother, a career woman in public, but to me, she was my wanton woman, my bitch, willing to fulfill all my fantasies and desires. Of course, I think you were satisfied too. From our first time making love, our first oral sex, our first nude chat, our first bondage… under my guidance, you gradually accepted, became familiar with, and even became obsessed with all of this. You did it better and better, and today you even took the initiative to guide me through these little games. Hehe, it gave me quite a surprise. I gently stroked your hair, and you seemed to sense my tenderness, lifting your head to look at me tenderly, rubbing your cheek against the back of my hand. I knew you understood my thoughts. We were always so in sync. "Lie down on the back seat," I whispered to you. You obediently lay down, stretching out as much as possible and leaving me enough space. I felt very satisfied. Now you knew what I was going to do; the expectation in your eyes said it all. Yes, you were right. Now I'm going to love you properly and give you your second orgasm of the day. Your breasts were already bright red from my earlier slaps. I'd slapped them dozens of times, each slap heavy , a punitive gesture. Even though I knew your masochistic nature would only excite you more than hurt—that first orgasm proved it—seeing these crimson "works" now made me feel uncomfortable and regretful. I stuck out my tongue and licked your breasts. "Mmm," you groaned. "Does it hurt?" "A little." I lessened the pressure and speed, gently wetting your breasts several times before taking your nipple into my mouth. "Mmm," you groaned loudly, but this time I knew it wasn't pain, it was pleasure. I gradually increased the intensity of my kisses, and your groans grew louder. I believed that after the previous caresses…

With the licking and caressing, the pain in your breasts was almost negligible; all you could feel was pleasure.
When I bit your left nipple with my teeth and squeezed your right nipple hard with my right hand, "Oh!"
your body arched suddenly, your hands pressing my head down tightly. Your swollen breasts almost suffocated me; your
frenzy infected me, and I just wanted to bury myself in your soft flesh, never to part.
Having tasted your nipples enough, my tongue circled downwards, reaching your vulva. The vibrator was still
vibrating vigorously, at its highest frequency. A machine is a machine; if you don't let it stop, it's always working. The red string
had slipped from your buttocks, wedged in the crevice, already soaked with your vaginal fluid. I pulled the red string back to its
original position and took out the vibrator, turning it off. I carefully examined your opening, your vulva, your cunt.
Yes, you're a cunt, without a doubt. Look how wet it is! Your clitoris has already broken through the barrier, standing
erect, waiting for me to caress it, to kiss it. The vibrator was just taken out, and your labia haven't even had time to close yet. I
can clearly see the tender flesh inside, opening and closing, as if inviting my penis to tighten and
rub against it. But I don't want to get started yet; that should be saved for the final frenzy.
I lie in front of you, my tongue parting your labia, moving slowly and then faster, my soft yet powerful tongue
occasionally curling up and trying to push into your vaginal opening. Your moans gradually grow louder, your left hand involuntarily kneading your
breasts, while your right hand reaches over and keeps pressing your clitoris, as if telling me that it needs it.
Of course, I know you want it there too, want my tongue to lick it, to suck it. But I prefer to see
you eager. You waited a long time for my tongue, so you stopped pressing and started rubbing, the speed
increasing. I knew you were close to climaxing, so I grabbed your right breast with my right hand and removed your hand from your
clitoris ,
your moan turning into a full-blown moan. You arched your body back as far as you could, but the car door blocked your way, so you could only keep raising yourself,
pressing your hands against my head, repeatedly shouting, "Harder, harder, don't stop, don't stop, I'm coming. Coming...
"
Yes, as a stream of vaginal fluid flowed from your vagina, your whole body convulsed, and your second orgasm arrived.
After resting for a while and recovering, I held you. "Was it good, darling?" "Mmm." "Want more?"
"Yes." "Then how about your solo performance next?" You hesitated slightly, but nodded firmly.
With your permission, I quickly took out new rope and stockings from my handbag. I stuffed a vibrator into your
vagina , stockings into your mouth, and re-tied you up in a turtle shell shape. The difference was that I finally used a red rope to constrict
your vulva, placing one end of the rope in your mouth and ordering you to bite it.
I
sat in the middle of the back seat, looking at you, my bitch. What a sight! You were
bound
hand and foot, leaning against the edge of the driver and passenger seats, your mouth stuffed with stockings so you couldn't make a sound, and you were biting one end of the rope. Your legs were spread wide open in front of me, your slutty cunt dripping with
lustful fluid most importantly, a vibrator was stuffed in your mouth. What a wanton woman! Yet, the stockings
and high heels on your feet revealed that not long ago you were a standard office lady. It was an extremely lewd scene; I
was so mesmerized that I didn't come back to my senses for a long time. I silently turned on the vibrator, setting the vibration to its lowest setting.
You still couldn't help but shudder, almost falling off my seat. Then you realized that you
had to maintain this position to keep your balance.
I leaned back and even pulled down my pants so you could clearly see my still-erect penis. Sure enough, when
you saw it, your eyes shone even brighter—the look of a slut seeing a penis, a look of longing, a look of wanting
to be fucked. I saw your mouth move slightly. That's right, the harder you pull, the tighter the rope becomes, and
the greater . Tighter, tighter still.
I kept increasing the frequency of the vibrator. As the stimulation intensified, you kept moving your mouth.
The rope tightened more and more, now digging into your vagina, and your vaginal fluid kept flowing out, wetting the new red rope.
Seeing this, I couldn't take it anymore. I turned the vibrator up to the maximum, tossed the remote aside, and started stroking my
penis. I figured it would be quite a stimulation for you too, since even though I'd described it to you and shown you pictures, you
'd hardly ever seen me masturbate. Sure enough, when you saw this, you started making "ooh" sounds, your mouth contorted
from the force. You started slowly swaying your hips, making the red rope tighten. Your
swaying became more and more pronounced, and I was afraid you'd fall off, but you didn't seem to care. You were focused on the impending
orgasm.
With your continuous "oohs," you finally loosened the rope in your mouth, panting heavily. Your
vaginal fluid flowed down the rope in streams. I knew your third orgasm had arrived.
After three orgasms, you looked a little tired, but your gaze towards my penis remained firm and yearning.
Now it's my turn to fuck you, you thought. I draped my trench coat over you, helped you lie down on the back seat,
and put away the vibrator and stockings, leaving only the red string on your body. You looked slightly puzzled, and as I pulled up my
pants and opened the back door, you couldn't help but grab my hand, your other hand
slowly , stroking my erect penis. Looking into my eyes, you said, word by word, "Fuck my cunt, with your big cock,
my master."
I was stunned, my blood rushing, and I almost couldn't resist pulling down my pants and pounced on you. "Cunning cunt,
cunt," I murmured, the first time I'd ever heard that word from your mouth. Just today,
after whipped, given oral sex, and experiencing three orgasms through a one-woman masturbation session, you'd abandoned your last shred of shame and begged your master for pleasure. A true slut, a bitch in heat—that's you, a sex slave wife,
wanton to the core . Your stroking hand gradually softened, and my penis, already throbbing from being hard for so long, forced me to slightly bend over to alleviate the discomfort. You immediately noticed, and your hand changed from stroking to gentle caressing, which made me feel much better. This was the tacit understanding we had developed over the years; a glance, a slight movement, and you knew what to do next, obediently assuming the position and waiting for my attack. I didn't penetrate as you expected, decisively pushing your hand away: "Since you so shamelessly crave..."

Tide, how could I so easily give in to your desires? I wanted it to come more intensely, more violently, and more
unforgettable.
I started the car again and drove into the night. This wasn't the way home, but you didn't ask any questions or
show any sign of panic. I thought, as long as I'm by your side, you'll feel at ease no matter where I take you
. Recalling everything that had just happened, I felt like I was in a dream. Although we had similar behaviors and
sexual fantasies before, we had never combined them, especially today's game, which you started.
Back when we first touched your genitals on the playground, you ignored me for three whole days. Compared to
you today, actively demanding that my cock fuck your cunt until you died of pleasure... I couldn't help but feel a little
smug. "Heh," I almost laughed out loud, but then I noticed you lying quietly on the back seat with your eyes closed, motionless
. I quickly shut up. My aroused cock reminded me that this was just the calm before the storm
, and I needed to let you rest for a bit.
I don't know how much time had passed when a soft moan drifted from behind me. Though barely audible,
I still caught it. I turned around and saw you: curled up in the corner like a kitten,
your left hand tightly gripping the red rope, making your breasts stand out even more,
their redness ; your right hand holding the end of the vibrating egg, trying your best to push it
deeper and deeper into your vagina, until it reached your very core; your legs tightly pressed together, rubbing against each other, your eyes still closed,
your teeth biting your lip to stifle any sound. Yes, how could you possibly sleep at a time like this? You
must be fantasizing, fantasizing about where I'd take you next, fantasizing about how I'd play with you, fantasizing about
your orgasm. Yes, that must be it. Overwhelmed by passion, you finally couldn't resist anymore, secretly
entertaining yourself in the back seat, afraid I'd find out.

After a half-hour drive, we finally arrived at my destination. This is a small hilltop not far from the city,
but despite its proximity, it's utterly desolate, rarely visited, especially on a night like this. But for what I
'm about to do, this place is perfect. My slut, my bitch, no matter how loud you bark,
no one will hear you here. Isn't this what you've always wanted?
I parked the car, switched the high beams to low beams, changed to an incredibly arousing CD, turned the stereo up
to full volume, then got out, opened the back door, and gently picked you up. Ah, I felt you tremble,
then tighten your grip on my neck, biting hard. You always
like , to release your pent-up excitement. I know that feeling, if left unreleased, will drive you to the brink of collapse.
You finally released your grip after a long while, the bite so hard I could feel blood seeping out. Your eyes held both
resentment and a hint of apology. Were you complaining about why I didn't satisfy you? No need for apology; I know what you
need . I will give you more from here.
"Please, give it to me, I really can't take it anymore, I want your cock to fill my cunt," "Don't you want
more?" I smiled. I placed you on the hood, half-lying down. I walked to a spot three meters away from the car,
a distance where the headlights would just illuminate my crotch, allowing you to see clearly while still giving you a sense of distance.
Slowly, under your gaze, I stripped myself naked.
I gripped my cock tightly and forcefully pulled it towards the base, the foreskin completely stretched out, the large glans
a reddish-purple, appearing even larger and more menacing due to the pressure. A trickle of fluid flowed from the urethral opening, dripping onto the ground, the
trailing strands fluttering in the wind. Your eyes could no longer leave my cock. In fact,
it was pitch black all around, and all you could see now was my cock. The light in your eyes was brighter than before;
you had waited far too long for this moment, but I didn't want to give it to you so soon.
"Tempt me," you couldn't see my face, but you paused upon hearing my icy voice. It took
a few minutes to fully understand what I meant.
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"I want it, darling," you said softly, with utmost tenderness.
"Husband, I'm all wet, fuck me."
"Husband, fuck me with your big cock."
"Give it to me, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me to the deepest part of me with your big cock."
"Husband, I can't take it, I really can't take it."
"Husband, do you want to hear me moan, hear my slutty moans?"
"Fuck me, fuck my cunt." "
I'm a slut, fuck this slut." "
Master, master, please fuck me."
"Master, I can't take it, fuck my cunt, fuck me to death."
"I'm your slut, your bitch, satisfy me."
...
You seemed to enjoy these vulgar words, and in the end you almost shouted them out, becoming more and more
urgent , accompanied by loud moans. You became more and more excited, one hand pinching your nipple, the other hand unconsciously
reaching towards your vulva.
Seeing me still standing there motionless, you seemed to understand, a smile playing on your lips. "Master, do you want to see me
masturbate ? I know you like watching me masturbate, right? I'll masturbate for you, watch closely," you said, increasing
the speed of rubbing your breasts and clitoris. The intense pleasure quickly made you dissatisfied with the vibrator's frequency. You pulled
it out and inserted your middle and index fingers, beginning to thrust rapidly. Each time you thrust, your thumb pressed
against your clitoris; it was very wet, glistening as your fingers moved in and out, making a "plop plop"
sound, dripping with fluid! At this moment, your moans officially turned into wanton cries, "Ah, I want it, I want
it, ah, ah…give it to me, harder…" At this point, you couldn't be described as a slut anymore. Give
you any penis, whose it is, and you'd pounce on it.
Watching you about to reach another orgasm on the hood of the car, this fourth orgasm should be given to you by me.
"Stop," I hurriedly shouted. You abruptly stopped what you were doing, a hint of excitement in your voice. "Master, are you
going to fuck me now? How was my performance? Did you like it?" Seeing that I remained motionless, you panicked.
"Master, just tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything, as long as you fuck me, fuck my
cunt, satisfy me." "I really can't think of anything else. How about you punish me? Hit me, hit my tits, like you did
before ." At this point, you seemed to realize something. You stopped half-lying on the hood and jumped down.
With your hands on the hood, back to me, you bent over, your ass raised high, and tilted your head to say,
"Slap my ass, my master," like a naked lamb, ready to be slaughtered.
"Enough," I told myself. I went back to the car, took out the leather paddle I had prepared beforehand—this was the paddle, brand
new, never used before. Today, I'd let you taste it for the first time, and see
how far you'd go on the path of masochism.
I walked behind you, "Want a cock?"
"Yes.
" *Smack*, the paddle slapped your ass, immediately leaving a bloody welt. You gritted your teeth in pain, waiting for
the next wave, but didn't cry out.
My cock was already eager, engorged for too long, almost purplish-black. It was like
a dirty, ugly weapon, ready to strike its target. I gripped my cock, aimed at your
wet cunt, and thrust hard. "Ah…" The sound echoed through the valley.
"Want a cock?" "Yes." "Slap!" "Ah...
"
The violence, in which I felt the satisfaction of release, and you, besides the pleasure mixed with pain, were mostly
satisfying your masochistic nature. In the end, you were hoarse and incoherent, "Give it to me...deeper
...harder...harder...harder...fuck me to death...I'm going to die..." And I,
amidst your low roars, burst out, shooting into your cunt, all the way to your womb.
After a long while, I stroked your face, "Does it hurt?" "No." "Does it feel good?" "I feel so good I'm almost dying
." "I love you, thank you." I love you too, my master. I turned off the car lights, and everything around us went dark.
The world was left with only us, naked, lying on the hood, and the scent of wildflowers carried by the gentle breeze.

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